The World Stage

They shudder as the Muslims rage/ Apologists, appeasers, cowards/ They silence themselves/ Cloaked in stealth/ You would not want to end up like Theo van Gogh, would you?/ Craven, crouching, tomorrow's slaves/ Will their timidness spare them from their graves?/ The ostrich is flightless/ Too many are sightless/ With their million idols and god is a tree/ Not one of them would die to be free/ After Pearl Harbor, they lined up like lemmings, unafraid of giving their all/ Because they knew there was heaven/ Now they worship at the altar of money/ Though their lucre has fled them-I find this funny